Page 108 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

“Talk to you later, Ritchie.” Catch waved.

“Later cousin.”

I waved Tex over. “Let’s go.” I stalked toward the black Suburban parked near the side of the house.

I hated not being able to tell my boss I had a wife. He allowed me to take time off to sort through my shit. Losing his woman was severe. I should be dead. If my family weren’t who they were I’d probably be dead. Although, I’d like to think Luca knew mewell enough to know I’d never take my job lightly. Guarding his woman was an honor.

I was supposed to be getting through Lexis slipping through my fingers, not finding a woman, fighting her war, and marrying her. When time permitted itself, I’d tell Luca about my wife. For the time being, I would give Lexis space to reflect on her actions and hopefully she would return to Luca.

My main focus was protecting my boss and keeping a clear head. Thinking about my wife at the moment was not an option, even though I missed her terribly and hated being away from her. Every day while I was in Chicago, something terrible happened. But now that I was back in New Jersey, my wife was still in Chicago without me there to protect her. Before we left for Las Vegas, her ex-best friend had attempted to kill us. So far, she was still at large. Today, I had a bad feeling about what could happen in Chicago while I was away. As soon as possible, I would remind Tori to update me with calls or texts just so I knew she was safe. For now, I had to trust Ezra, my wife’s bodyguard, to keep her safe. As soon as I had a moment, I would check on her.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

TORI

THE ARGUMENT WITH MY ENEMY

“Tori, this is not the place for a fight,” Ezra stated in my earpiece.

He was right. This was my place of employment. I also didn’t want to be questioned about her disappearance once I got rid of this bitch once and for all.

A smile lifted her lips. “If you think about laying a hand on me, you should rethink that.” She stabbed a thumb over her shoulder. “You see, the man standing near the elevators?”

My eyes landed on the lean man dressed in dark jeans, a navy t-shirt, and a dark cap hiding his mahogany complected face. He revealed his hand. His thumb hovered over the button on a gadget.

Shit, the motherfucker is holding a detonator.

My heart slammed against my ribcage. Rage and fear gripped me. This sneaky, conniving, wicked bitch.

“Another of my guys is on the left side of the building, ready to blow this place to smithereens,” Tyra added.

I folded my arms over my chest and slid my left hand over my chin. Her eyes widened when they landed on my wedding ring.

“Tori, you need to inch toward the door,” Ezra urged in my earpiece. Ezra stood near the door wearing a hat low, shielding his face. He stared at his phone screen. He hid his identity because we never knew what trouble we’d run into. When Bianca returned, she could handle security footage issues.

Ezra was right, but I had to talk to this bitch for a moment.

Tyra’s hands curled at her sides. “You’re engaged to who?” she asked with a sneer.

She had to know I was married to Ritchie, but had to hear me say it.

“I’m married to the man you flirted with.” I pointed to the ceiling. “You know, just upstairs where you basically begged to ride his dick,” I growled.

She tilted her head to the side. “Aww, are you still bothered that he pretended not to be interested? I bet he would’ve fucked me too if he could’ve gotten away with it.”

My blood boiled under my skin.

“Don’t let her get to you. Remember the guests in the hotel. Let her go. You’ll see her again and end her,” Ezra stated in the earpiece.

“You always were delusional, Tyra.”

Her top lip inched upward at my statement. Looked like I struck a nerve.

“You had a man who worshiped the ground you walked on. And what did you do? Cheated on him with that white guy.”

“I never revealed to you the dreadful truths that tethered me to him. It wasn’t affection. It was obligation.”

“He gave you everything, Tori. You were his cherished princess.” Tears welled up in her eyes.

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